Whore
I stand under the falling snow
Waving at anyone who passes by
Chill waves of wind pierce my thighs through my stocking
My heavy bossom curve falls down my crop top
Roaring harsh weather testing my endurance
Loyal men judging me
Lustful men looking at my skin through dress
Young boys with irresistible racy smile and murmurs
And the masked men with spouse walk fast past me
Vehicle...